Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Baopi asked cautiously, "Brother, what do you mean...?"

Chan Ho-nam said, "Mr. Chiang is dead, and Camel is dead too. Tung Sing is finished, and Hung Hing is also severely weakened."

It won't be that easy for Leung Kwan to become the leader.

Mr. Jiang also has a younger brother named Jiang Tianyang, who is no pushover.

I've heard from Brother B that Jiang Tianyang is a man of considerable skill.

He has been doing business in Southeast Asia and wields considerable influence.

Now that his brother is dead, he'll definitely come back to take over Hung Hing. Whether he can hold onto that position then is uncertain.

Chicken's eyes lit up: "Brother Hao Nan, you mean they might fight? Young Kun and Chiang Tin-yeung?"

Chan Ho-nam looked at him but didn't say anything.

After pondering for a while, the pheasant suddenly slapped its thigh: "What if they both suffer heavy losses..."

The group exchanged glances and fell silent, but their eyes gleamed with a light, like hunters spotting their prey or gamblers seeing a chance to turn the tables.

Chan Ho-nam held the bottle and took another sip.

"Let's take a look first, no rush."

"Have someone clean the place up and reopen tomorrow."

"yes!"

Several henchmen responded and went out.

On the other end.

Not long after Liang Kun hung up the phone, he stood in front of a villa with his son, Liang Zai, looking a little nervous.

The iron gate at the entrance was ajar. Liang Kun rang the doorbell and pushed the door open to go inside.

The yard is full of flowers, and they smell very sweet.

The housekeeper opened the door. She saw Liang Kun, paused for a moment, and then saw the handsome young man next to him. Her expression softened a bit.

I'm not here to cause trouble.

"Auntie, I'm looking for Lin Tian," the handsome young man said politely.

The housekeeper nodded, told them to wait in the living room, and went upstairs to call Lin Tian.

Liang Kun sat on the sofa and looked around the villa.

The decor isn't particularly luxurious, but it's very tasteful.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs. Lin Tian came down, wearing a white T-shirt, blue shorts, and slippers, looking very casual.

He walked into the living room, saw Liang Kun, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Liang Kun, what brings you here?"

Liang Kun stood up and said, "I'm here to ask for your help."

Lin Tian glanced at the handsome guy and nodded.

Liang Kun didn't mince words: "Lin Tian, ​​I'd like to ask you to teach my people martial arts. The tuition is negotiable."

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow: "How many people?"

Liang Kun said, "There are about ten people. My son is also learning from you and wants to become as good at fighting as you."

Lin Tian smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Handsome Kun, do you know how much I charge for teaching real martial arts?"

Handsome Kun shook his head: "I don't know, name your price."

Lin Tian held up one finger.

"One million?" asked Handsome Kun.

Lin Tian shook his head.

"Ten million?"

Lin Tian shook his head again.

Liang Kun's expression changed, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "One hundred million?"

Lin Tian nodded.

Liang Kun remained silent.

One hundred million Hong Kong dollars, that's an astronomical price.

He can buy a building, support tens of thousands of henchmen, and live a comfortable life.

But now, this money is to be used to exchange for ten spots to train in martial arts.

does it worth?

He thought of Feng Yuxiu, and of Dajun and other people with special abilities.

If my son could master martial arts like Lin Tian, ​​if my underlings could also master martial arts like him.

Isn't Hong Kong's future our own?

Liang Kun gritted his teeth: "Fine."

Lin Tian's smile deepened.

"Okay, starting tomorrow, have them come to my place to practice for two hours every day after school, and all day on weekends. Tuition will be settled monthly."

Liang Kun placed the suitcase on the coffee table, opened it, and inside were stacks of Hong Kong dollars: "Here is five million, a deposit. I'll raise the rest."

Lin Tian glanced at the suitcase and nodded.

Liang Kun patted his son on the shoulder: "Handsome boy, from now on Lin Tian will be your older brother. Learn from him and listen to him."

The handsome young man nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

Lin Tian looked at the father and son and revealed a meaningful smile.

JoJo came downstairs. She had been reading in her room and only came out when she heard the noise.

When she saw Liang Kun and Liang Zai in the living room, her expression changed slightly. "Xiao Tian, ​​this is..."

"Sister, this is my classmate's father."

Lin Tian said, "He came to see me about something."

JoJo nodded. Of course she knew. She had asked the housekeeper to investigate yesterday, and the man was clearly Liang Kun from the Hung Hing triad.

The newspapers have all reported on the battle between the two major triad societies, Hung Hing and Tung Sing.

What do they want from us again?

Is it to cause trouble for Xiaotian?

Jojo tensed up instantly and nodded nervously to Liang Kun.

Leung Kwan nodded in response.

"Xiao Tian, ​​come with me for a moment."

JoJo stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Lin Tian followed behind her.

In the kitchen, JoJo closed the door and looked at Lin Tian.

"Xiao Tian, ​​I heard everything you said to him. One hundred million to teach them martial arts—isn't that dangerous?"

"Won't."

Jojo's brows were still furrowed. "But, Xiaotian, won't this affect your studies? You're still young, a child. Studying is the most important thing."

Lin Tian, ​​hands in his pockets, looked at JoJo calmly: "Sister, let me ask you a question first: What is the purpose of studying?"

JoJo paused for a moment: "Of course, it's taking the college entrance exam."

Lin Tian then asked, "And after you graduated from university?"

"Of course, I want to find a good job."

Why look for a job?

JoJo blurted out instinctively, "Of course, it's about making money..."

Before she could finish speaking, she froze.

Lin Tian is making money right now, and not just a small amount, but a hundred million.

She earns three or four hundred yuan a month, four or five thousand a year, fifty thousand in ten years, and only five hundred thousand in a hundred years.

She would have to work for two thousand years to earn one hundred million.

"Sister, how many years do you think it will take to earn 100 million after graduation?"

Lin Tian's voice was calm.

JoJo opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Looking into Lin Tian's calm eyes, she felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

She always believed that children should study, go to university, and find a stable job.

But now, she suddenly feels that maybe she was wrong.

"Xiao Tian, ​​you..."

"Sister, I know you're doing this for my own good."

Lin Tian's voice softened, "But I'm not an ordinary kid. I'm capable of earning money and taking care of myself and Tangtang. You don't need to worry about me."

JoJo looked at him, her eyes slightly red, and reached out to touch his head: "You've grown up."

Lin Tian smiled: "Sister, no matter how much money I make, I'll always be your brother."

JoJo nodded, turned around, opened the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk, and handed it to him: "Have some milk, it'll be lunchtime soon."

Lin Tian took the milk, opened the lid, and took a sip.

Looking at his composed demeanor, JoJo's inner turmoil slowly dissipated.

The two left the kitchen and returned to the living room.

Although Liang Kun was still there, he was restless and kept checking his watch.

Seeing Lin Tian come out, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up: "Young friend Lin Tian, ​​it's settled then, starting tomorrow."

Lin Tian nodded.

Liang Kun pulled his son out, but after a few steps, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Lin Tian.

"Thanks."

Lin Tian waved his hand without saying a word.

Liang Kun took his son and left.

Outside the villa, the handsome young man sat in the car, looking at his father with eyes full of admiration.

"Dad, Brother Lin Tian is so amazing. You don't even dare to speak loudly in front of him."

Liang Kun glared at him: "He's not the older brother, he's your older brother. You have to be respectful to him from now on, understand?"

The handsome guy nodded.

As Liang Kun started the car and drove out of the villa area, a slow smile crept onto his lips. One hundred million Hong Kong dollars—buying a future—was worth it.

……